Peace Dropped From The Grey Veils Of Dawn,
As The Pain In Your Body Slowly Faded,
Your Soft White Hair Lay Flush On Your Pillow,
As You Dreamt Of Spring And Luscious Summer,
Your Almost Deafened Ears Heard The Robin's Song,
While Flocks Of Snow Geese Flew Above You,
As You Grew White Wings Of Your Own

Maybe,
He Actually Loves,
Me

Or* Maybe,
He **Doesn't

Wet And Heavy Snowflakes Fall Gently Into Place,
Turning The Dead Summer's Grasses White Again,
Robins Shiver Violently In The Frosted Branches,
Their Orange Bellies Shaking Off The Flurries,
Songbirds Stay Silent--Hushed By The Breeze

The Wind Pulled My Hair,
As It Angrily Bellowed,
Screaming From The North,
It Slipped Between My Fingers,
As I Reached For The Grey Sky

The Grey Morning Light,
Seeps Right Into My Drawn Shades,
But I Have No Time,
To Listen To The Songbirds,
Nor Can I Watch The Surise